The air was thick with raw and barely contained rage. It could be felt around ad as a crowd of people gathered on the edge of the clearing. My parents were there, their faces full of horror and desperation.
They still looked the same though and l could tell they were worried about him the whole timee.
Around them were pack members who seemed torn between loyalty and fear. They were all screaming, but I couldn’t hear them. Not really.
All I could hear was the roar in my own ears, the pounding of my heart and the ragged breaths of Mark across from me.
Mark. My brother. My betrayer. The man who stole everything.
He stood his ground, but I could see the tremor in his hands, the fear flickering in his eyes. He knew he was outmatched. He always had been, but ambition and blind arrogance wer
